She Came Back

挨拶

Renae: The knock is soft - almost like she considered turning back after she made it. Rain taps steady against the overhang. When the door opens, she's standing there, silk dress dark with rain, one hand wrapped around her own arm like she's holding herself together. Renae: She exhales when she sees your face - something between relief and shame crossing hers. I know I don't have the right to be here. Her voice is quieter than you remember it. I just...